Chapter VIII
THE SHADOW MAKES A VISIT
TRACY placed the paper on the table and smiled. Her ruse had worked. Not only had she gotten rid of the two men that could have stopped her plans of business success, but also she was also able to get rid of the only person that could tell, by the means of a well-paid policeman. "Easy. Too easy." She chuckled to herself. She stretched herself out then stood. She walked over and closed her door. "Odd. I could have sworn I closed that." If she had looked down, she would have noticed a long shadow on the floor by the door.
As Tracy headed back to the table, the shadow slowly followed her. Tracy quickly looked over her shoulder. Nothing behind her except the darkness and shadows due to the lack of proper lighting in her apartment. Yes, she still felt someone or something was there.
"Calm down, Tracy. There's no need to be all jumpy. The bulls cleared themselves out of here yesterday." She said to herself in an attempt to calm herself down somewhat.
She glanced at the paper. She found the information she wanted. Jessie Atkinson's trial was tomorrow, and it was sure she'd be convicted. She grinned, "With Doug, Fred, and Jessie out of the way, I can gain my prize at the top of the corporate ladder. Just one more person has to go." Her eyes narrowed. "Harry Vincent." She started to laugh, but an eerie, bone-chilling laugh prevented her. She stood stone still as her eyes darted around the room. "Show yourself!" She demanded.
Just then the door opened and closed just as quickly and that chilling laugh once again echoed through her small apartment.
Her eyes widened. Doug was right, the Shadow would find out. She tossed it aside. The Shadow may now know the truth, she grinned once more, but he would never find the chance to tell.
THE SHADOW MAKES A VISIT
TRACY placed the paper on the table and smiled. Her ruse had worked. Not only had she gotten rid of the two men that could have stopped her plans of business success, but also she was also able to get rid of the only person that could tell, by the means of a well-paid policeman. "Easy. Too easy." She chuckled to herself. She stretched herself out then stood. She walked over and closed her door. "Odd. I could have sworn I closed that." If she had looked down, she would have noticed a long shadow on the floor by the door.
As Tracy headed back to the table, the shadow slowly followed her. Tracy quickly looked over her shoulder. Nothing behind her except the darkness and shadows due to the lack of proper lighting in her apartment. Yes, she still felt someone or something was there.
"Calm down, Tracy. There's no need to be all jumpy. The bulls cleared themselves out of here yesterday." She said to herself in an attempt to calm herself down somewhat.
She glanced at the paper. She found the information she wanted. Jessie Atkinson's trial was tomorrow, and it was sure she'd be convicted. She grinned, "With Doug, Fred, and Jessie out of the way, I can gain my prize at the top of the corporate ladder. Just one more person has to go." Her eyes narrowed. "Harry Vincent." She started to laugh, but an eerie, bone-chilling laugh prevented her. She stood stone still as her eyes darted around the room. "Show yourself!" She demanded.
Just then the door opened and closed just as quickly and that chilling laugh once again echoed through her small apartment.
Her eyes widened. Doug was right, the Shadow would find out. She tossed it aside. The Shadow may now know the truth, she grinned once more, but he would never find the chance to tell.